This is a large empty field with dozens of square kilometers, the interior decoration is very simple, just paint the walls, there is a two-meter-deep pit in the middle, and there are dozens of big fat pigs in it, all fat and strong. In front of the pit is an open space, and in front of it is a one-meter-high rostrum, and the sheds have been erected, just the horn.

Today, Friday, before the official start of the day, two guards at the door are guarding, and no one is allowed to enter. Li Sheng also saw the situation inside through the eye of the sky. Dressed up like this poor and sour fart, is there no one who kills pigs? Isn't there any one who kills pigs who presides over justice and invests some money? Doesn't anyone who kills pigs become leaders? Don't you know how to reminisce about the difficult life of the past and ruthlessly throw a few dollars? Li Sheng pursed his lips and was full of disdain.

Dozens of meters away from the edge of the field, there is a large pig farm, black wild boars, white domestic pigs have thousands of heads, one of them is purple, with his eyes closed, lying in a small foot, sleeping silently. Mo is not a hybrid, mutated. It is estimated that the taste is much better, and when it is made into braised pork, it must be fat but not greasy, and it tastes great.

Thinking of this, Li Sheng missed the braised pork at home a little, took the car to the restaurant next to the hotel, ordered a plate of braised beef, sauce beef, braised pork, and prepared to have a big meal. In the hotel, the decoration of the private room is also very elegant, there are murals on the wall, and the waiters are also exquisitely dressed, spotless, and beautiful.

Soon, the waiter came up with braised pork. Li Sheng tasted it and almost threw it out. Gutter oil is not the same flavor as the soybean oil pressed by the ancestral process in the village, nor is it the same flavor as the oil sold in the supermarket. Li Sheng's sense of taste has been tempered by the strengthening technique, and he can already distinguish the taste of various condiments, and he can taste what condiments are put in one bite, which is considered basic. The condiment can be eaten from any brand.

As for gutter oil, for the sake of his own health, Li Sheng once personally visited the gutter oil manufacturer and tasted the dishes made from gutter oil. After that, he knocked the gutter oil manufacturer unconscious in the stinky ditch on the spot, and all the production equipment was wiped out into scrap copper and rotten iron.

Li Shang thought about it and attached it to the waiter. He strode to the kitchen, and his mind turned again, and he possessed the cook's body. Li Sheng looked around and saw a bucket of clear and clear oil in the small corner, and when he raised his nose, he smelled that it was gutter oil.

He picked up the bucket of gutter oil, picked up the big spoon, and shouted while knocking on the bucket of oil: "Take a look, take a look, don't miss it when you pass by, authentic gutter oil, authentic freshly fried, modern technology has no peculiar smell, ancestral secret recipe medicine rat." After eating the dishes fried with it, he ruined his stomach and intestines in three days, got cancer in five days, and returned to the West in less than a month......!

The waiter was shocked, and while blocking the cook, he sent someone to find the manager. The chef's small body is also tough, one spoon at a time, and the person who is blocking is slapped aside.

"Gutter oil! Drain oil! Come and see!" the cook circled around the private room on the second floor, and then ran to the first floor, and more than a dozen security guards surrounded him in groups. When Li Sheng saw this scene, he didn't bother to make any more trouble. The mind retracted, and the real body stood up and walked out.

At this time, there was a commotion in the restaurant, and everyone heard about it, how to eat this meal, and they left the table to ask what was going on. That night, the cook rolled up and got out. When there was no accident, like a sleeping old sow, the relevant departments also sent relevant personnel to visit the hotel to express condolences.

Li Sheng's hungry stomach growled, he didn't bother to argue with them, and took advantage of the chaos to leave the hotel. After looking for a few more restaurants, Li Sheng found that gutter oil was very popular here, and it took two or three hours to find a clean place. While eating slowly, Li Sheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. "I'm really heartbroken for this harmonious society!"

Early the next morning, Li Sheng came to the place where the pig killing conference was held, and the doorman confiscated the tickets and let him in directly. Although it is not crowded inside, there are thousands of people, and it seems that whether it is good or bad, everyone likes to join in the fun. There was a welcome song on the loudspeaker, and the host tried the sound effect. Dozens of pigs in the pit were stimulated by the noise, and today they were also noisy and screaming.

The open space in front of the pit was filled with seats, and a large sign was erected between the seats, with five large characters written on it: "Pig Killing Craftsman Zone". At this time, many people were already seated. The age of killing pigs is between 30 and 50 years old, and they are divided into two categories, one wears a suit and tie, which is very solemn, and the other wears all kinds of work clothes stained with pig blood, and some people carry pig-killing knives behind their backs.

Li Sheng found a seat in the middle and sat down, he felt that there was no need to exchange pig killing experience with others, so he lowered his head and remained silent. Li Sheng, the handsome representative, simply stood out among the pig killers, and the rest of the pig killers and onlookers did not understand this man in his early twenties, and whispered one after another.

That's what onlookers generally say. "I'm very handsome at a young age, why don't you do it, but I just learn to kill pigs, how much money can I earn!?"

"If you look handsome, you're afraid that you won't be able to make money, and even if you kill a pig, even if you put it in the toilet, there will be women who will go crazy and rob it!"

"It's a pity that he looks so tall and handsome! If you kill a pig for a lifetime, you can't get rich! A living handsome and rich seedling will wither! The flowers of the motherland are buried in the desert!"

The pig killer is more technical and more professional. "Has this kid ever killed a pig? It must be shameless that he is tired of standing and running here to rub his seat. ”

"You look handsome, you have a fart! Do pigs eat you? Old sows have eaten and seen you, and they still look down on you! Not to mention boars! Don't look at you handsome, killing a pig will make you stink and even ignore the dogs. ”

"No matter how handsome you are, if you kill a pig, you don't want to marry a beautiful daughter-in-law. Boy, you're blind in your life! Wait for a few years to grow a fat pork belly! You deserve it!"

Li Sheng's hearing, covering a radius of three kilometers, heard everything clearly, he pursed his lips, frowned, and didn't understand where he offended them? Is the handsome guy also wrong? Hahahaha!

In the middle of the crowd, three people quickly drew his attention. He had seen two of them. An old man has a childish face, is well maintained, but not fat, and wears a very simple blue coat, but at first glance, he feels very energetic. It was the old man who Li Sheng helped up halfway after Wong Tai Sin's ghost hunting was over. Another person, in his forties, has crane hair and a childish face, white hair, white eyebrows, white beard, and combed a Taoist hairstyle, it is Wong Tai Sin, but this time he is wearing the clothes of an ordinary person with a sword, and the style is also a miscellaneous brand, and the total price does not exceed 100 yuan. Beside the two of them, there was also a young man, wearing a cyan robe, with long hair on his head, looking handsome, his beard was sprinkled all over his chest, and he was carrying a long strip of cloth wrapped in cloth on his back.

On the night when Wong Tai Sin was embarrassed by the Double Cultivation Sect, he was about to pack up his things and take refuge when a white-haired old man suddenly visited. "Xiao Huang, I'm coming to see you again!"

Wong Tai Sin knelt on the ground and wept bitterly: "Thank you, master, for saving your life today! If the master doesn't send a junior brother here today, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the apprentice to be good!"

The white-haired old man said with a smile: "The world is so big, and today's double cultivation sect is everywhere, do you still have to struggle?"

Wong Tai Sin not only gave up his plan to go to the provincial capital, but also closed his Taoist temple and took his wife and children to follow the master to practice.